I miss home now,
I always try to bring a part of it,
In the bedsheets that smell like home,
In the fragrance of clothes by detergent in home.
And the home made food by mother.
Fruits packed by father,
And the snacks by brother,
But it all fades away in days.
I search for ways to find home in me,
And I again travel to bring a part of it,
The next time I go home.
And it keeps to go on.